I waited. I waited for a long time. Days slipped by. Then the weeks of my vacation disappeared. Wave after wave came and went colliding into nothing while I stood there hoping for the ocean to finally explode in the right way. I came back the next year chasing the same moment, two waves colliding head on detonating into the sky. And then it happened. For a split second the ocean rose into a perfect fan of chaos before crashing back into itself and disappearing forever. No way to predict it. No way to recreate it. Just patience, obsession and being stubborn enough to wait for the ocean to lose its mind.